Golda and the Cozy Seahorse

Golda tiptoed into the bathroom. The shower curtain puffed like a little sail. “Who’s there?” she whispered. A tiny seahorse toy peeked out. It was resting by the radiator, warm and sleepy. Golda carried it in her hand to the kitchen. She set a plate on the table and put a bread roll on it. She sprinkled a tiny pinch of sugar on top. “Breakfast for a brave swimmer,” she said. Golda picked up a knife, but it felt too big, so she tore the bread roll gently. The seahorse toy slipped and fell with a soft plop. Golda started to cry. Then she saw it was fine. She hugged it. Outside the window, a tree waved hello.